Suburban Bird Hunting

Grackles Beware!!

I can't believe I don't own a pellet gun...

It's time for jihad against the filthy feathered bastards that live in the oak tree out front.

These varmints, with malice aforethought, have well & truly shat upon my pickup.

Don't you just love "shat"? It still describes defecation, but makes it somewhat acceptable for a four letter word.

At any rate, I think for my birthday present this year, I'll buy a Benjamin or Sheridan pellet rifle, and start shooting the poop-geysers.